On Wednesdays I wonder:
Why I get so excited when I remember that it's the one night a week I have declared that I will not prepare dinner (not even cold sandwichs) for anyone. (Because that is just how exciting my life is, right?)
Why the dog who is farting horribly always has to lay at my feet and not anywhere else in a 2100 square foot house? (Because Steve and Lyndsey will complain loudly and push them away, and I suffer in silence because it's easier)
Why there is absolutely nothing good to snack on the one night of the week I want to pig out since I'm not cooking? (That one is Murphy's Law, I think.)
Why when I am trying to do stuff on the computer the one night I have time, the husband keeps talking about stupid stuff and wants me to respond? (Because it's the night I have time, right?)
Why I was the one who had to give the baby calf a glycerin suppository tonight since we haven't noticed him pooping yet? (Is it in the "make Mom do it" book?)
Why I have no energy on the night that I could actually get things done? (I just want to go lie down and read).
What do you wonder on Wednesdays?
BTW, baby calf still doing good (except no poop yet that we've seen). He is taking 2 pints at a time right now, 3 times a day.